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by Luminesa » Wed Apr 06, 2022 11:32 pm
by Finsternia » Thu Apr 07, 2022 4:07 am
Luminesa wrote:Patriah - Day One
Making Friends
As he caught Lanuru staring at him, the wind god did indeed look back at him, squinting his eyes. Certainly, he was huge, at 7’2”, and he looked rough with his emerald hair and scruff. Yet his eyes were not hostile. Rather, he looked confused. “…Yeah, I have a face and chest and…arms. Cool, huh? You have them too, Sparkles.”
Patriah spent much of his time in the Underworld learning about fighting, the basics of his powers, and sword-wielding with his father and Zagreus. Unfortunately, even the politest members of Tartarus had some gruffness at best and some cruelty at worst. While the young wind god was not acting cruel, he certainly carried the awkwardness of standing with gods from other realms for the first time in many years. He had also learned his manners from both Thanatos and Zagreus, and sometimes from the shades who talked to him at times.
“Heh. ‘Romanticist.’ You know, you can always just say, ‘Big man who likes to tap the vending machine’, if you know what I mean.” He did not care much whether or not Zeus heard him. A lightning bolt to the face would only cause for Hades or even Persephones to come visit, and among the Greeks, nobody exactly wanted a family affair.
And then came more personal questions. Pat wished more students would come, so he would stop feeling uncomfortable around these two students. They were polar opposites-earthly horror and otherworldly cleanliness. Yet that ‘cleanliness’ only struck the eyes, not the heart. Even if he wanted to put this observation into words, however, he had no intention of having a normal conversation.
“My dad is Death, and he’s Zeus’s cousin or something.” He continued to chew grass, looking Lanuru lazily in the eyes. “The name’s Patriah. Last night, I got drunk and got a tattoo like a cool adult.” He pointed to a colorful, curling, wind-cloud tattoo which rolled down his right arm. “I control the wind, like when I left the window open when I meant to bring your lunch from your mom’s house this morning. Also I ate your lunch.”
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Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Luminesa » Thu Apr 07, 2022 5:54 am
Finsternia wrote:Luminesa wrote:Patriah - Day One
Making Friends
As he caught Lanuru staring at him, the wind god did indeed look back at him, squinting his eyes. Certainly, he was huge, at 7’2”, and he looked rough with his emerald hair and scruff. Yet his eyes were not hostile. Rather, he looked confused. “…Yeah, I have a face and chest and…arms. Cool, huh? You have them too, Sparkles.”
Patriah spent much of his time in the Underworld learning about fighting, the basics of his powers, and sword-wielding with his father and Zagreus. Unfortunately, even the politest members of Tartarus had some gruffness at best and some cruelty at worst. While the young wind god was not acting cruel, he certainly carried the awkwardness of standing with gods from other realms for the first time in many years. He had also learned his manners from both Thanatos and Zagreus, and sometimes from the shades who talked to him at times.
“Heh. ‘Romanticist.’ You know, you can always just say, ‘Big man who likes to tap the vending machine’, if you know what I mean.” He did not care much whether or not Zeus heard him. A lightning bolt to the face would only cause for Hades or even Persephones to come visit, and among the Greeks, nobody exactly wanted a family affair.
And then came more personal questions. Pat wished more students would come, so he would stop feeling uncomfortable around these two students. They were polar opposites-earthly horror and otherworldly cleanliness. Yet that ‘cleanliness’ only struck the eyes, not the heart. Even if he wanted to put this observation into words, however, he had no intention of having a normal conversation.
“My dad is Death, and he’s Zeus’s cousin or something.” He continued to chew grass, looking Lanuru lazily in the eyes. “The name’s Patriah. Last night, I got drunk and got a tattoo like a cool adult.” He pointed to a colorful, curling, wind-cloud tattoo which rolled down his right arm. “I control the wind, like when I left the window open when I meant to bring your lunch from your mom’s house this morning. Also I ate your lunch.”
Lanuru - First Day's Offense
The trying smile upon Lanuru's face fades as Patriah cracks the unfortunate joke. Jabbing at a Fae's pride is a horrible idea, jabbing at a Fae God's dignity and crossing the line is even more so. The joke is nothing truly offensive, to other beings anyway, but to speak of stealing a Fae's food is to speak of stealing one's fortunes and favors without the repayment of debts. It is also rather unfortunate that Patriah besmirched the name of Lanuru's own mother for a simple nonsensical joke. The area around the Unseelie Prince grows darker as his halo of an eclipse tremors, its darkness becoming all consuming and the struggling sunlight that escapes the shadow burns brightly like a dying flame. "...Then I would like to witness your capabilities sometime in the future, Patriah the Fortune Stealer. I do hope that you have the power and the capability to back your claims and insults against the Queen. That will be all." He straightens his back as he gestures with a grand sweep of his hand, as if physically cutting away the space between them, before turning towards Zeus in silence.
by Finsternia » Thu Apr 07, 2022 6:40 am
Luminesa wrote:Finsternia wrote:Lanuru - First Day's Offense
The trying smile upon Lanuru's face fades as Patriah cracks the unfortunate joke. Jabbing at a Fae's pride is a horrible idea, jabbing at a Fae God's dignity and crossing the line is even more so. The joke is nothing truly offensive, to other beings anyway, but to speak of stealing a Fae's food is to speak of stealing one's fortunes and favors without the repayment of debts. It is also rather unfortunate that Patriah besmirched the name of Lanuru's own mother for a simple nonsensical joke. The area around the Unseelie Prince grows darker as his halo of an eclipse tremors, its darkness becoming all consuming and the struggling sunlight that escapes the shadow burns brightly like a dying flame. "...Then I would like to witness your capabilities sometime in the future, Patriah the Fortune Stealer. I do hope that you have the power and the capability to back your claims and insults against the Queen. That will be all." He straightens his back as he gestures with a grand sweep of his hand, as if physically cutting away the space between them, before turning towards Zeus in silence.
Patriah - Consequences and Social Cues
Zagreus would have laughed at the joke. Even Thanatos would have simply bonked him over the head. Sure, he was expecting perhaps a punch or two, but the look in Lanuru’s eyes was a little more serious than just the look he might have from someone who was about to punch him. In fact, he did not look simply insulted at the juvenile joke. He looked infuriated, in a cold and biting manner.
He raised his eyebrows as Lanuru responded in kind, and for once he started to wonder if he had done something mortally wrong. He knew nothing of the Fae. Thanatos did not tend to interact with them, Hades and Persephone did not talk about them. The closest thing he could imagine to interacting with Fae would be hanging with the nymphs, who bored him. All they did was talk about whoever Zeus was deciding to spend time chasing, or maybe who Hera wanted to punish today.
“…Uh…I didn’t actually mean the literal joke, buddy. I’ve never actually stolen a…I’ve never actually been with…hm…Ah…” He actually started to fumble for words, and he stepped back from Zeus and The Factory for a few moments in order to try and formulate a response. Even if he was emotionally not very mature, his eyes darted around as though he had started to understand that he had done something wrong.
“Oh no, he took the joke literally?! And why did he give me a nickname? ‘Fortune Stealer’?! What the heck does that mean?”
His face started to get red, and he took a breath. “Uh…listen, I…” He coughed into his scarf, and cleared his throat. “…You’re uh…you’re a Fae, right? Yeah. Uh. That was uh…I was only just joking, I uh…my friend told me that joke would be funny, and uh…eh heh…I’m not very smart.” He spoke the last few words with a combined deep sigh, as if he knew he had already made a mistake coming here. “I’m uh…I’m sure your mom is actually nice. I didn’t know she was a Queen…” If other students were coming, maybe he would not kill his shot with them. Yet consequences were consequences, and he looked rather glum at the idea of not being met with a slap, a punch, or an eyeroll for his behavior. Everything else was complicated, and required tact and maturity.
“Why do I have to be at school again? Can’t I just go hide somewhere? Do they really need me here? Gods, why did nobody tell me a Fae was going to be coming here?”
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by Nantoraka » Thu Apr 07, 2022 11:25 am
by Danceria » Thu Apr 07, 2022 2:41 pm
by Nantoraka » Thu Apr 07, 2022 6:10 pm
Danceria wrote:Chapter 1: The Start of SchoolingForegrounds of Holy High
Bozhidor & Belobozhii
To the current attendants of Holy High, they may have been used to many odd and extravagant entrances. But what appeared to be an old post-Soviet era car trudging across the mountains at breakneck speed may not be one of them. To those whose sight was clear and whose intuition was sharp, it appeared more of a bygone road trip before the War, complete with bickering and recitations. Within the car, one could see five entities crammed into the Lada, with a tremor in the wind and earth heralded by a ruddy-gold spark floating above the automobile. The Belobozhi-the Slavic gods-had come, defying the natural terrain with assistance from wind, earth, and the very warp of space itself, for this automobile-as perhaps a certain mechanical deity would note was not fashioned by human hands, but godforged with the powers of Iriy on High, and the curve of the cosmos it's road. Through the supercell of the storm, the automobile raged and rode the winds of ice and thunder-the tropical haze meeting the frigid British north nearly resulting in a tornado, but still the winds calmed in due time, though the machine itself careened to the very edge of the foregrounds with a "clunk".
Emerging from the earth, like fresh black dirt molding together to create a raven haired woman with shimmering green eyes, her aura spoke of primordial age for she was Mokosh-the Mother Earth and grandmother of all gods, upon her left the red star burned before calming to form a vibrant, red haired woman while her right had a bearded blond man rush down from the torrent of wind. "While We admire your security efforts." The eldest Goddess spoke with he sigh of grass in the wind and the rumble of the earth beneath, "It is hardly inconspicuous-the world has suffered enough because of Us-let Us not overburden any further." The last was the groan of earthquakes beneath the waters and the covetous coil of roots, directly squarely at Zeus. No Pantheon was guiltless in the War, but the toll upon humanity affected the Slavs far more than others-who held the luxury of cultural civilization to gather worshippers from. She, being Grandmother Earth, sorely endured the conflict between Pantheons.
Back with the lada, the doors opened to reveal a burst of light as though it were the furnace for stars-and emerged the next escort of the Slavic Pantheon. First came Zhiva, the spark of Light of fertility and life itself, she sprang forth like an ember from a fire landing gracefully and surveying the new school with wonder. After her came her dread husband, Radegast, the fire of war and defender of the hearth, sprang forth likewise let stood poised like a lancer, his head scowling at Zeus, and his arm thoroughly joined around Zhiva's. Next came the student in question, broad bodied and red haired with merry eyes, who's presence was that of a wandering star, and politely offered his arm to his "great auntie". She, the Auntie, was strange. Pale and foreboding, in spite of her venerable age, she seemed to have three heads simultaneously if you didn't look hard enough, and she accepted the offer, wiping a thumb upon his forehead and speaking in hushed ominous tones to the young lad. This was Dola, the Fate-giver, and longtime tutor to the young man. Last but not least, he was not seen first but heard and felt, when the clang of his hammer-headed cane shook the storms back for a time. His beard was white as bright-hot fire, his eyes calm as the sky itself, the Godsire-Svarog-husband of the Earth and Father of the Sky and Civilization-had come, suffering no pretenders or lookalikes.
Svarog's intimidation would have been much better had Mokosh not dove back into the earth, springing back up like a sapling, and planted a smooch on his wizened cheek.
What came after was another round of hugs and helping the young lad get his luggage out of the way, before last but not least the gods finally approached the “headmaster”. Now comes the final stretch of ceremony.
“I, Bozhidor, do declare my intent to be under your care.” Came the short burst from the ruddy-haired godling. First came the blond-bearded man, who placed his hand on the right shoulder of the now-named “Bozhidar”.
“I, Stribog, Lord of the Winds, father of this child,” He gave one last ruffle of his son’s ruddy hair. “beseech Zeus Kronovich, to impart strength and wisdom upon my son.”
Next came the red-haired woman, placing her hand upon his left shoulder, giving her son an encouraging smile. “I, Zvezda Utrenica, the Morning Star, and mother of this child, do petition that you grant him hospitality and health.”
Facing north and south, forming a circle around the young man, and flanking Zeus, came the strange three-faced goddess and the Godsire of the Slavic Deities. The north facing Svarog spoke first, his voice the deep resounding pressure of heaven. “I, Svarog Rodivich, grant this boon of departure, and wish the one called Bozhidar well.”
Lastly, but not leastly, came the Goddess, who spoke with threefold voices amplified by the whispers of secret things. “I, Dola Rozhanitsy, the Fate-Giver, bear witness to this.”
With that, all was done, and the rather bashful looking bear of a man offered a handshake to the Olympian.
“It is good to finally meet you, Mr. Zeus.”
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